Dear Harry(diary),

I always knew that there would come a time that you would have to go and fight Voldemort. I mean, the war began right before we started our fifth year, and I knew that it would last a long time. And it did. Almost 3 years. That may not seem like a long time to you, but if you were out there like me then you would think so too. Everyone knew that it would be up to you to end all of this. And I was right, but I never thought that it would end the way it did.

I was so happy when we graduated! I think that it was a relief that we had actually made it into the big bad world. But then the next day, the day that we were supposed to start our Auror training, Voldemort decided to come and fuck everything up for us.

All hell broke loose at the Ministry, as Death Eaters appeared everywhere. I don't think that anyone saw it coming, or at least if they did they didn't say anything. You, Ron, and I were waiting in a room when the next thing I knew you and Voldemort were standing in the middle of it. Ron and I tried to help you but when we got within 10 feet we were thrown backwards by some invisible force. All we could do was watch in horror as you were screaming from being tortured.

Then before Ron or myself could even move, we heard you both shouting the killing curse at each other. Both of you fell to the ground at the same time. I ran to you and tried every spell that I knew to try and revive you. Ron finally came and pulled me away from you, telling me that it was too late and that there was nothing that I could do. I didn't notice the silent tears falling down my face, until Ron handed me a tissue and he held me close as I cried.

I just couldn't believe that the Wizarding world had lost both the Dark Lord and The-Boy-I-Loved in a matter of only minutes. It hurts me not only that you died, but also because I never got to tell you that you were going to be a father.

Now that it has been three years, I sometimes sit and wonder what life would have been like if you were still here with me and our son Harry. He has your green eyes and untidy hair. I am very thankful that Ron is still here with me and he has been like a father to Harry. The pain has eased a lot since I started writing this one memory that I will never forget. I will have to thank Ginny again for this diary. It was a present from her on my birthday. I wish that I had started writing sooner. It seems to help the pain a lot. I think that when I am through with this, I am going to lock it up and store it somewhere. It is time that I move on with my life and I think now I am finally ready to.

Right now I am now sitting here waiting for Ron to come home. I have some wonderful news for him and this time I am not going to wait until it is too late to tell him.

Oh, well....I think that I hear him in the kitchen. I had better go.

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"Hey Ron, I have something to tell you, and I think that you are going to like it..."